Tianlong walked out into the cool, biting night air, his every step echoing with a terrifying, absolute authority. The sprawling, filthy streets of the nearby slave-trading town stretched out before him.
This was a place built entirely on misery, a wretched hub for organizations and ruthless merchants to break and sell the weak.
Things here were slightly too much; the air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and the metallic tang of heavy iron cages holding defeated souls. People hurried here and there, their eyes cast downward in perpetual fear.
But Tianlong remained utterly uncaring of it all. He was simply walking down the dirt-packed street at a leisurely pace, as if taking a casual, peaceful stroll through a royal garden.
Yet, his mere presence was like a gravitational anomaly. He was attracting the terrified, wide-eyed gazes of the people trapped in their cages, as well as the ruthless slavers who suddenly found their throats completely dry.
